1. The mourner cried out at the loss of my brother, dew
A cry, by my life, you cannot fail to hear

2. I rose up, though at his tragic death
My soul almost followed his terror and panic

3. To him, as if I were humble and devout
Wine's brother, rising at times, then struck down

4. Who now remains for the homes of guests, if they
Came to you, then called out and heard?

5. As was their custom, when you lived, as they had
With you bounty, water and plenty

6. Who remains for a worried guest, fallen on hardship
And matters beyond a companion's mending?

7. Who remains for a vulgar drinking companion, attacking
His companion in crass ignorance?

8. If you lived, your patience would have dampened his foolishness
With gentle, great forbearance

9. Whenever I feared the specter of hardship
I sought refuge in it from dire want

10. I called to the rock of dew, and found
In it ease to banish all troubles